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K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ; Let me for this time reign as King.

York. Confirm the Crown to me, and ta mine Heirs, Ard thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'it.

K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son
War. What good is this to England, ard himself?
Weft. Baft, fearful, and despairing Henry !
Clif. How halt thou injurd both thy self and us!
Weft. I cannot stay to hear these Articles.
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come Coufir, let us tell the Queen these News.

Weft. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In whose cold Blood no spark of Honour bides.

North. Be chou a prey unto the House of Yorks And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed.

Clif. In dreadful War, may'st thou be overcome, Or live in Peace abandon’d and despis'd.

[Exeunt Nor. Cliff. Westm.
War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
K. Henry. Ah Exeter! -
War. Why should you figh, my Lord?
K. Henry. Not for my self, Lord Warwick, but my Song
Whom I unnaturally shall difinherit.
But be it as it may; I here entail
The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever:
Conditionally, that here you take an Oath,
To cease this Civil War; and whilft I live,
To honour me as try King and Soveraign :
Neither by Treason nor H tility,
To lek to put me down, and Reigo thy felf.

Tork. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform.
Wür. Long live King Henry : Plantagenet, embrace him.
K. Henry. And long live thou, and there thy forward Sons.
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurft be he that seeks to make them Foes.

Sonet. Here they come down.
Tork. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'll to my Castle.
War. And I'll keep London with my



I'll steal away

Norf. And I'to Norfolk with my

Mount. And I unto the Sea from whence I came. [Exe.
K. Henry. And I with grief and sorrow to the Court.

Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales.
Exe. Here comes the Queen,
Whose looks bewray her anger:
K. Henry. Exeter so will I:

Queen. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee-
K. Henry. Be patient, gencle Queen, and I will stay.
Queen. Who can be patient in such extreams?
Ah wretched Man! would I had dy'd a Maid,
And never seen thee, never born thee Son,
Seeing thou hast prov'd lo unnatural a Father.
Hath he deserv'd to lose his Birth-right thus ?
Hadst thou but lov'd him half so much as I,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Or nourisht him, as I did with my Blood;
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart-blood ther?,
Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Hcir,
And digipherited thine only Son,

Prince. Father, you cannot difinherit me: If you be King, why should not I succeed?

K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet Son;. The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me.

Queen. Enforc'd thee? art chou King, and wilt be forc'd? I shame to hear thee speak; ah timorous Wretch! Thou hast undone thy self, thy Son, and me, And given unto the House of Tork such head, As thou shalt Reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his Heirs unto the Crown, What is it, but to make thy Sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is Chancellor, and the Lord of Calais, Scern Faulconbridge commands the narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realm, And yet shalt thou be fafe? such sofety finds The trembling Lamb, invironed with Wolves. Had I been there, which am a filly Woman, The Soldiers should have toss'd me on their Pikes, Before I would have granted to that A&.


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But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine honour.
And seeing thou doft, I here divorce my self,
Both from thy Table, Henry, and thy Bed,
Until that Ad of Parliament be repeated,
Whereby my Son is disinherited.
The Northern Lords, that have forsworn thy Colours,
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace,
And utter ruin of the House of York,
Thus do I leave thee; come Son, let's away,
Our Army is ready, come, we'll after them.

K. Henry. Scay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

Queen. Thou hast spoke too much already; gee thee gone.

K. Henry. Gentle Son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
Queen. Ay, to be murther’d by his Enemies.

Prince. When I return with Vi&ory from the Field,
I'll see your Grace; 'till then I'll follow her.
Queen. Come, Son, away, we may rot linger thus.

[Exeunt Queen and Prince.
K. Henry. Poor Queen,
How love to me, and to her Song
Hath made her break out into terms of Rige.
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke,
Whose haughty Spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my Crown, and like an empty Eagle,
Tire on the Flesh of me, and of my Son.
The loss of these three Lords torments my Heart;
I'll write unto them, and intreat them fair;
Come, Cousin, you shall be the Messenger.
Exe. And I hope shall reconcile them all. [Exit.

Enter Richard, Edward, and Mountague.
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
Edw. No, I can better play the O ator.
Mount. But I have reasons ftrong and forcible.

Enter the Duke of York.
Tork. Why, how now Soos and Brcther, at a strife?
What is your Quarrel? bow began it firft?

Edw. No Quarrel, but a slight Contention.
York. About what?

Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us,
The Crown of England, Father, which is yours. York.

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York. Mine, Boy? not 'till King Henry be dead.
Rich. Your Right depends not on his Life, or Death.

Edw. Now you are Heir, therefore enjoy it now:
By giving the House of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will out-run you, Father, in the end.

York. I took an Oath, that he should quietly Reign.

Edw. But for a Kingdom any Oath may be broken: I would break a thousand Oaths to Reign one Year. Rich. No; God forbid


Grace should be forsworn.
York. I hall be, if I claim by open War.
Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
Tork. Thou can'st not, Son, it is impossible.

Rich. An Oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful Magistrate,
That hath Authority over him that Swears.
Henry had none, but did usurp the Place.
Then seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your Oath, my Lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore to Arms: and, Father, do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a Crown,
Within whose Circuit is Elysium,
And all that Poets feign of Bliss and Joy.
Why do we linger thus? I cannot reft,
Until the white Rose that I wear, be dyd
Even in the lukewarm Blood of Henry's Heart.

York. Richard, enough: I will be King, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this Enterprize.
Thou, Richard, shalt go to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise.
In them I trust; for they are Soldiers,
Witry, courteous, liberal, full of Spirit.
While you are thus employ'd, what restech mors,
But that I seek occasion how to rise?

yet the King not privy to my drist, Nor any of the House of Lancaster.

Entcr Gabriel.
But stay. what News? why com'lt thou in such post?
Gab. The Queen,



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With all the Northern Earls and Lords,
Intend here to besiege you


She is hard by, with twenty thousand Men;
And therefore fortifie

your Hold, my Lord.
York. Ay, with my Sword.
Whai, think'st thou that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me,
My Brother Montague shall post to London.
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left Protectors of the King,
With powerful Policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry, nor his Oaths.

Mont. Brother, I go: I'll win them, fear it not.
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.

[Exit Montague,
Enter Sir John Mortimer, and Sir Hugh Mortimer.
Tork. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine Uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour.
The Army of the Queen means to besiege us.

Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the Field.
York. What, with five thousand Men'?

Rich. Ay, with five hundred, Father, for a need.
A Woman's General; what should we fear?

[A march afar off
Edw. I hear their Drums :
Let's set our Men in order,
And issue forth, and bid them Battel streight.

Tork. Five Men to twenty, though the odds be great,
I doubt not, Uncle, of our Victory.
Many a Battel have I won in France,
When as the Enemy hath been ten to one:
Why should I nit now have the like Success?

[Alarum. Exit.
Enter Rutland and his Tutor.
Rut. Ah, whether shall I flie, to scape their Hands?
Ah, Tutor, look where blondy Clifford comes.

Enter Clifford.
Clif, Chaplain, away, thy Priesthood faves thy Life;
As for the Brat of ihis accurled Duke,
Whole Father flew my Father, he shall die.
Tutor. And I, my Lord, will bear him Company.


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